What would you do if you were told you only had two months left to live?

This really isn't a question for people who have never achieved a single thing in their life. There really isn't a difference between your daily life and being dead already.

Run along and play somewhere else, wide load.

And yet you haven't answered it...

I like this line.

I think I'd spend as much time with the people that I loved the most. Basically, no time or attention to the people who don't matter. When all is said and done, it's the only awesome thing we have in this life.

I'd also track down all the girls who I've ever loved and tell them thanks for sharing the good times with me, and though it didn't last, it was special when it was here. (And how spectacular their tits were. )

With two months, I dunno if I'd travel at all. I mean, what would be the point? Sure, you get to do something you've always wanted to do in life, but if it were ending, it will be a moot point anyways. And that would take away from the time you can spend with loved ones.

Probably just quit my job to spend more time with family and friends. Life is already pretty good, I have no real need to go balls out. The only real difference I can think of is I'd be dining out at the nicest restaurants every day, ordering $400 bottles of wine.

Well, it wasn't two months, and there was one last procedure they could do that had about a 30% success rate. I told the doctor he was wrong, and that I'd see my son graduate.

I don't really trust doctors any more.

Two chicks at the same time, man.

I think, it would be a bad day for all the motherfuckers that have done me wrong. No sense in going to hell alone. Might as well have the "show case show down"

I'd stand on a street corner and give free bacon to Muslims.

Debtors will collect from the estate when you die. They have first dibs on every dime before other heirs can collect.
(Does not apply to the insurance payout.)
They can force liquidation of house, cars, bank accounts, etc., and only once creditors are satisfied do the heirs collect.

It'd be hard for me not to kill a couple of people.

It'd be hard for me not to kill a couple of people.

That's the best you can come up with? Do a bunch of illegal drugs?

Pathetic.

MLK had a great quote:

"If I knew the world was going to end tomorrow, I would still plant my apple seed" or something like that. Pretty deep shit.

I would keep living my life.

In 2002, I was told without surgery that I had less than five years left to live. That I would develop pulmonary hypertension, my heart would swell up and I would die.

That was 11 years ago in June. I now have kidney failure as well as the embolisms and scarring they produced and I am doing not too bad considering. Last summer I had an internal examination of my heart and it was perfectly healthy and strong with no sign of swellling at all. They were shocked.

Doctors don't know everything. Upending your world and wasting your resources could be a fool's errand if the doctor is wrong and you live a lot longer than they anticipated.

Live every single day as if it's your last and you will never regret anything. If there are things you want to do or trips you want to take...make them happen. Don't wait until you're dying to remember to live.

None of us know when our time is up. Could be tomorrow. Did you live and more importantly, love today?

Not to say that docs are infallible, but...they're etrained not to go chasing zebras when they're staring down at a horse. If 99 peopl eout of a hundred die of pancreatic within six months of a diagonsis, why would he think that hundredth person would live any longer than that?

I imagine any doctor worthy of the title would be glad to find his bleak diagnosis was incorrect and be amazed at how the body can heal itself (such as with Tamar's heart condition).

Hard is hard. Anyone having a difficult time is suffering and that is a badness. Going around comparing hurts is a petty and pointless game.

I would never discard someone's pain and hurt.

Even if it's a stubbed toe? Because that shit hurts, and generally it's dark, and you're barefoot and you're going from barely awake to HOLY SHIT! mode in about two seconds.

I have a theory. Whenever someone has a heart attack in the middle of the night if they do an autopsy, they will discover a severely stubbed toe.

Seriously, though. My life, for its minor flaws, has been pretty amazing. If I bitch I need a reminder of how good I have it.

I remember when I got back from living in HAWAII for TWO YEARS and I was bitching about how I didn't have a job or a girlfriend (or something like that) (During my time there I was able to save enough to pay cash for a new car and still have a butt-ton left over, but I digress) during happy hour, the girl sitting next to me reminded me she'd found out a month ago her body was lousy with cancer. That shut me up pretty good.

(The happy ending is that, as far as I know, she beat the cancer and moved to Arizona to be with her True Love.)

Eliminate debtors, Eliminate Andy Dick, go crash at TSQ's

Nowhere in that story did you mention banging her, so suffice it to say I am very disappointed.

He said happy ending, so I'm thinking he at least got a handjob.

Doctors and nurses have an incredibly hard job complicated by the ridiculous hours they are forced to keep. That being said, they often get it wrong.

The latest study I could find showed medical malpractice kills more people than car accidents and gun deaths combined by a significant margin - 195K a year.

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/releases/11856.php

If you look at the CDC numbers, that puts it as the 3rd leading cause of death behind only Cancer and Heart Disease.

I spent five years in the system, and yes, I know for a fact people were dying that didn't have to die.

I was almost one of them.

I was told I didn't have cancer when I did.

I was told 'good news, we found out what's wrong, you have cancer!' after coming up from an unnecessary operation by the man who told me I didn't have cancer when I was sent to him for cancer. This is the guy that talked me out of medical treatment at the time. 'We can filet you open if you like...' Turns out, the oncologist that sent me to him was right, I had cancer.

I had to fight to get into the medical facility I was being treated at because they didn't have an opening for me over and over again. I'm sorry sir, we can't fit you in that day. The earliest we can fit you in is 5 months from now. Well, that wno't work for me, because I'll be dead by then.

I was nutrapenic (no white blood cells in my body) and tried to get admitted into the hospital when I had an infection and would have died. The ER doctor couldnt' read my blood screen correctly and kept trying to send me home. I had to explain to her what the number meant (.0000004 white blood cell count, it should have been 12). If I went home, I would have died, and ended up in the hospital for 2 weeks in an air bubble.

I collapsed in the hospital from my cancer 2 days after my son was born (I had delayed treatment to see that). This was after the hospital tried to give my kid away to another couple then lied about it. They actually discharged him and but realized their error, but the nurse had cut off his ID so they couldn't find him in the nursery.

I felt ill and requested my vitals being taken, because I was waiting for admittance to Georgetown. The nurse couldn't be bothered to assist me and told me to find the technician. A hospital administrator found me face down in the hallway.

They took me to the ER - where I waited for 12 hours to be seen. The only reason I was seen is one of my nurses stayed past her shift to help me and get a doctor in. I was given a painkiller and anitbiotics and sent to the IC.

There they gave me a different antibiotic, and I had an allergic reaction to it. The nurse left me with a blanket. I kept hitting the nurse buzzer, no one showed up for 2 hours. When they did, they accused me of being a drug addict instead of helping me.

I was finally transferred to Georgetown, where the nice doctor told me I didn't have cancer. They also didn't feed me for 7 days. Because I might have gone into surgery at any time, but the doctor kept delaying it. The rules should have allowed me to eat between 6-10 because I only needed 12 hours of fasting prior to the surgery, but the doctor didn't right that up, so I didn't eat. I finally had a friend smuggle me in some food.

When they woke me up from my unneccessary operation to tell me the good news, they talked me into a clinical trial. I went to chemo there 4 times - 4 times they fucked up the treatment. They gave the wrong drug, they lost my paperwork so I couldn't get treatment, they gave me the wrong instructions for my anti-nausea drug (so I had the wonderful experience of driving in DC rush hour traffic vomitting the whole way home). After 0 for 4, I realized that because I was in the control group, the hospital actually looked better if I died (it would prove that the new drug was more effective).

So I bowed out of the trial and sought treatment elsewhere. The doctor actually told me 'Now that you aren't my patient, feel free to drop by for information. I can be honest with you now.'

I could go on for another few pages of shit like this (my particular favorite was one they wouldn't let me out of the CAT scanner despite my going into convulsions and screaming for them to let me out) but you should get the general gist of it by now.

Oh, and they nearly killed my kid because they wouldn't admit he was having an allergic reaction - the same one I had - and he puffed up the size of a grapefruit. He was medevacced by helicopter to Children's Hospital. And they left surgical materials in my dad so his wound wouldn't heal and he had an open wound for 10 months until they figured it out.

Don't defend doctors to me.

I would use all my vacation days first then ask for a leave of absences or the duration of the 2 months; This is just in case there is a miracle breakthrough or the docs were wrong and I recover I would have a job to come back to. Also, I would verify that my life insurance is in place. The other thing do that I think a lot of people may skip is make all my own funeral arrangements so that my family wouldn't have to worry about it after I passed on.

Next I would get a good video camera and a GoPro. I have an older one, so this would give me 3 angles to shoot various life lessons for my currently 9 month old son. There would be a bunch of sports stuff such as throwing a pitch, throwing a spiral, zeroing and firing a pistol and a rifle, swinging a golf club, shooting a basketball and so on. I would also teach him the rules of being a fan and what that means so that he doesn't just bounce around from winning team to winning team but sticks with one through good times and bad so those wins mean more.

There would also be some general lessons like how to parallel park a car, how to flirt with a waitress, and how to make friends with a bartender to get better drinks for less money. I would also tell him how to pick up a girl at a bar vs how to pick up a girl in the library. I would tell him how I decide how much I'm going to tip. I'd give him my opinion on everything from soda to beer and good food and restaurants.

I'd give him my views on politics and how they've changed from when I was younger. I'd tell him my views on religion and encourage him to really think for himself and not just follow blindly. In general I would want to impart on him that he should always question everything. Just because something is generally accepted doesn't mean it is true. At some point a man or woman invented every idea, concept, and thing and that those were just people too which means everything (within reason) is prone to error.

I'd also tell him all about my life and my side of the family, his grandfather who died before he was born, where we are from, things that I suggest he not put off because you never know when it is too late. With that in mind I would set up a portion of the insurance money in a trust for him to take a trip around the world upon graduation from college. That is something I should have done because now it is going to take me a lot longer and cost a lot more to knock that out.

Honestly, now that I think about it I believe I'm going to go ahead and tape some of these lessons just in case. You never know when your time is coming and it wouldn't be all that much effort to have some of these things set up. And then in 10 years we can both watch 32 year old me giving advice and I can decide if it was good or not.

Thanks for the good topic, Sokar.

Maybe I'll cancel my plans to adopt a 40-something man... On to Plan B: adopt a 20 something woman.

I put the video camera on the charger last night. Now I just have to decide where to start and get to work.

That's a silly plan. Trade down from 40 to 20? You lose too much in that deal.

Adopt two 20-something women!

Hooch'n'druggies would be just the tip of the iceberg dude. ONLY doing that would be like going to a great eats place and ONLY getting tea'n'crumpets. Who does THAT?